A/N: Whoever recognizes the fairly blatant references I make in this chapter, kudos to you. Also, Sakura's outfit for the wedding is her hero outfit, which I realize hasn't appeared yet, so here's a quick description for your convenience: formfitting, scarlet w/a grey stripe down the center, a dark wine-red knee-length cape that wraps loosely around her neck and shoulders, opera-length fingerless black gloves, utility belt, practical black boots, and a scarlet mask that covers the top half of her face, because domino masks do not a disguise make. Same sentiment goes for glasses. Anyways, enjoy, True Believers!
The day of the wedding (A month or so after the fire)
An alarm blared a harsh good morning, the sleepy denizen of the room silencing it before it could annoy her into throwing it off the balcony or implementing a defenestration post-haste. Sakura, her mind still murky with sleep, asked herself why she was already awake when it was only eight-thirty. Only when her eyes fell upon her carefully laid-out costume, did her mind see fit to remind her- it was her wedding day!
Sakura jolted out of bed quicker than a bullet, excited and nervous for her big day. Once she had gotten dressed and her apartment had been sufficiently secured, she exited via the balcony. She soared above the city, her cape aflutter behind her.
As she approached the small, out-of-the-way church that the wedding was being held at, she felt surer of success today than she'd ever felt before. That's not to say she didn't feel nervous. After all, it was her wedding day.
She entered the church, practically shaking with excitement and anxiety. At about half-past nine, the guests began arriving. By ten o'clock the thirty-some guests, with several heroes such as Iron Man and Thor among their number, had filed into the church, waiting patiently as soft music began to waft. Even Mar-Vell and Shanna had come, taking a break from their adventures around the galaxy to be there for the wedding.
Sakura prepared to walk down the aisle, arm linked in her father's.
"I wish your mother could have seen you like this, little petal," whispered her father, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
"I know, I do too. Also, the eighties called, it wants the supersuit back. "
"Har, har, har. Anyways, Tadashi better treat you like the queen you are."
"I know, but I don't think it's necessary to give him the shovel talk for the umpteenth time during my wedding," admonished Sakura.
"I can't even threaten him just a little?"
"Well, maybe a little bit, but subtly, alright?"
"Alright. Now, are you ready, petal?" inquired her father.
"As I'll ever be."
With that, they set off down the aisle, Toyataru beaming with fatherly pride every step of the way. As he gave her hand to Tadashi, he whisper-hissed, "You had best treat her like the queen she is, got that?"
Tadashi responded with a quiet, "Of course. She deserves nothing less."
After Toyataru had taken his seat, the clergyman began.
"Mawedge. That bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam. Wuv, twue wuv is why we awe gathewed today, to witness two souwls beinwg joindwed in howy matwimony. Begwin now the vows." With a deep breath, Tadashi began.
"My blossom, I love you. That will never change. I promise to always love, protect, honor, respect, and cherish you. In peace, war, rain, shine, sickness, or health, until such a time as death do us part, I take you as, under God and under law, my wife."
"My dragon, I love you, and I will stay by your side in every high and stormy gale. I promise to always love and cherish you, no matter what, until death do us part. I take you as, under God and under law, my husband."
The bishop asked, "Have yowu the wings?"
After the exchanging of the rings, the clergyman said, "Awe thewe any hewe that fink that these two shouwld not be mawwied, spewak now ow fowevew howd youw pweace." After a moment of silence the clergyman continued, "I now, by the powew vested in me, pwonouwnce you husbwand and wife."
With that, the happy couple exchanged a tender, chaste kiss.
As they soared above the city, Sakura said to Tadashi, "At the 'speak now or forever hold your peace' part, I half expected some villain or other to come crashing into the church. I'm actually surprised one didn't show up."
"Yeah, I'm honestly surprised that one didn't crash the wedding. Though I did hear a scuffle outside at one point."
"Well, it's nothing to be worried about, seeing as the wedding remained un-crashed," Sakura responded as they landed on her apartment's balcony. Once inside, Tadashi wrapped Sakura up in a loving, gentle embrace from behind, and promptly took a seat on the couch, Sakura in tow. Sakura swiftly decided snuggle up as close as humanly possible to him, because the season was nearing autumn, the days were growing chillier, and Tadashi made for an excellent heater.
"I hate to ask this now, but where are we going to live? It would be wholly impractical for you to visit one of the safe-houses all the time," inquired Tadashi.
"Don't you worry, wolf of my heart, for I have an answer. Dad purchased a house deep in the woods outside of town a few years back, and it's very secure. He gave it to me as a gift when I turned twenty last year. I'm certain that we won't be disturbed there."
"That sounds perfect. Now, what do you say we go to one of the safe houses and have a little 'alone time' together, my dear," purred Tadashi, his eyebrows arched seductively.
"That sounds like an excellent idea, my wolf. That is exactly what we ought to do," responded Sakura, her voice as smooth as melted butter. She leaned sideways, cupping a free hand to Tadashi's face, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
"As you wish, my lady."
A/N: I will never not love these two's interactions, and for those of you who don't get it, the clergyman officiating the wedding is obviously based off of (read: is) the Impressive Clergyman from the Princess Bride, which is a masterpiece, by the way. Till next time, True Believers!
P.S: So I kind of changed the ending of the chapter to be a tad bit more realistic, as my poor, naïve, innocent little brain did a bit of an oopsie. (I didn't take into account what newlyweds would do at the first chance they get, alright?) 0/0
